Lullaby
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He sat with her, holding hands. Singing a soft song, he made a lullaby. The cool, autumn wind blew to play with her dark hair. The wet trails cooled in her cheeks to be replaced by new and hot tears.
Wiping it away, the droplets lingered in his fingertips. He tilted his head to look at her as the precious tears were blown away.
Her eyes, once sweetest and gentlest, were the saddest in the world. A smile and pout played a tug-of-war with her supple lips. She was so beautiful in her brokenness. He stared at her hard, analyzing her.
She grew up in a wealthy family and a rich place with famous people all around her. Refined, elegant and cool she was the epitome of perfection. Beautiful voice, artistic abilities and creative outlook in life were blessings in her charmed life. But she grew up lonely.
He knew that she had a reputation and can't do anything about it. She was safe and relaxed around him; she wasn't like that with everyone else. But putting up a façade was hard. So he was the only person she could cry to; he was the first person to let her tears dampen his shirt and heart. She always let him know about her hurts, pressures and frustrations.
When she did, he sang a lullaby.
"Everything's going to be all right, rock a bye, rock a bye…"
In their city, her classy friends said she was so pretty.
He privately thought that she was prettier if she smiled. If she grinned with her heart, it lit up her eyes and lips. Even when she pouted, he could've mistaken it for a smile.
Inching closer, he pushed her head gently to lean on his chest. He stroked her dark curls and whispered soothing words. To fight against warring emotions, hateful uncertainty and bottled frustrations was difficult. He had to get her ready, no matter what.
"Sing to me, so I can sing to," she whispered in his ear.
He nodded and wrapped his arms around her. Praying that she would hear his heart and see his eyes, he started to hum. He gathered all of the broken shards that were his heart to make her whole.
"Everything's going to be all right, rock a bye, rock a bye…"
It was tension at first. She can't perform well if she was tensed and angry. The crowd looked horrid and terrible, she said. Don't make me sing anymore. He knew that she'd heard the rumors and the whispers. They were chipping away her fragile façade.
"Everything's going to be all right, rock a bye, rock a bye…"
Leaning down, Hiiragizawa Eriol kissed her forehead and her nose. He kissed her lips gently, sweetly.
His love would wipe away her anger and hurts. His passion would drive away her pain. Lullabies would calm her and chase away her terrors. He wished, after all of this, that she would be his.
"Everything's going to be all right, Tomoyo-san…"
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Written: 062703
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